I am not having a good day so far. I woke up at six-thirty, aching so much that I just got up and I'm waiting on the phone guy and I've called my nurse practitioner's office and I have to go in at two and of course going to see a MEDICAL PERSON makes me want to die and I'm already about half there so no, I'm not having a good day.
I feel useless and stupid and crazy and weepy. My husband's birthday is tomorrow and I haven't done one damn thing for him. Not one.
That's me today. Useless, stupid, crazy and weepy. I'm like the seven dwarfs only minus a few.